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Too Much Affection

It has always been interesting taking the trains in Singapore.

This is one place where you can really find the a happy family of “ugly” Singaporeans like the everyday bochup auntie, the kiasu parents with their kids and my all time “favourites”..the “pole dancers”! But today, I have found some new species, the “I’m so American” teenagers….

Perhaps there’s been a culture shift somewhere. With more foreign televisions shows/movies influences and the vast amount of information on the internet, I must admit that there’s been a huge difference between the youngsters these days compared to my time. I guess that’s probably what we term as generation gap? (Gosh, I make myself sound so terribly old…eeks!)

Anyway I must agree that to some extend, influences from other countries or other cultures can be good. I always believe that there’s many to learn from one another ir-regardless of race or your religion.

But one should adhere to good values to adopt instead of all?

When I was on the train yesterday back home, a really young “couple” board the train at cityhall I think. When I say young, I really mean young. They seem to be like secondary school kids to me!

Anyway they were all lovey dovey, totally oblivious to their surroundings. The train was crowded and I was standing by the pole. The train was the new train that had extended poles. The couple was standing behind next to me and they were fidgeting while trying to hug one another, touching and fondling one another. And everything they did this, they hit me! Either my arms or my back or my shoulder!

This is outrageous in my opinion!!! Call me conservative or whatever but I think they barely understand the word “LOVE” and yet they are behaving so intimately in public? I scorn to think what they will do in private. The guy was hugging the girl, putting his face to her neck and kissing her etc etc…I was really speechless and I could see frowning faces all around. But like all Singaporeans, I’m ashamed to say I kept quiet. First I was having my back to them, only catching their reflections through the glass and secondly, who am I to say anything? Perhaps I don’t understand LOVE myself…

These are days when I understand why teenage abortion rates are getting higher. These kids have no idea what they are getting into…..

Blabbered by KaiRiNu at 2:38 PM